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A Haunting Irish Ballad from the Otherworld - The Banshee Calling - Iris...

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Step into the mists of Irish legend with The Banshee Calling, a spine-tingling ballad that breathes life into the ancient folklore of Ireland. Through vivid verses and haunting visuals, this piece explores the ethereal presence of the banshee — the fairy woman whose mournful wail foretells death. From moonlit boglands to castle walls, she roams the Irish landscape, bound by fate and sorrow. Whether seen as a radiant maiden or a weeping crone, her cry still chills the blood and echoes across generations. This ballad honours the spirit of Irish storytelling, blending history, myth, and music to awaken the memory of the Irish diaspora and those who carried their legends across the sea. Watch, listen, and feel the ghostly breath of tradition stir once more. #IrishMusic #Banshee #IrishBallad #CelticMythology #IrishDiaspora #FolkLore #TraditionalIrish #GhostStory #IrishHeritage #HauntingMusic #Ireland #MythicalIreland #Gaeilge #IrishCulture #Fae #CelticSpirits #OldIreland #...

The Legend of Tír na nÓg – Oisín and Niamh’s Eternal Love | Irish Mythol...

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The Legend of Tír na nÓg – Oisín and Niamh’s Eternal Love | Irish Mythology Retold Long ago, when the mists of time clung thick over Éire and the line between this world and the next was thin, there lived a warrior-poet named Oisín . Son of Fionn mac Cumhaill , the leader of the Fianna, Oisín was known for his courage, his wisdom, and his unmatched beauty. But it was not battle or glory that would seal his place in legend — it was love. The story begins on a quiet morning in the hills of Kerry. The Fianna were hunting when a vision appeared on the horizon — a woman of such radiance she seemed more spirit than flesh. Riding a white horse across the waves, her golden hair flowing like sunlight over the sea, she was Niamh Chinn Óir , Niamh of the Golden Hair . Her eyes held the depth of oceans, and her smile promised wonder and sorrow in equal measure. She had come from Tír na nÓg , the Land of Eternal Youth — a place where no sorrow could reach, where no one aged, and where love coul...